Juanita John : Writing

He'd give me the Sunshine..

He'd give me the Sunshine..

A Poem by Juanita John


What is this feeling that I feel this mornAs the sunbeams dance on my eyelidsThe same ones that cried all duskFrom where comes this soothing calm..And..
My Dear...

My Dear...

A Poem by Juanita John


My Dear… I walk down past you and I don’t see you, Maybe it was because I really did. I know it’s easy for most to ju..
Coming out of our closets.

Coming out of our closets.

A Poem by Juanita John


One summer noon, we were having classes in the lab and I was teaching the kids about the new experiment. This involved the electrical items and the wi..